Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, where the waters flow,
the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the Spanish ponies grow;
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" beyond the Neutral Strip;
And the prairie are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
the cayotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are a-singin' to the "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely call
It was that I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the ranches and to town in piles;
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The room was togged out mistletoe and shawls,
And flickered frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk looked boys looked kinda treed,
the leader got to yellin': "Hey! fellers, let's stampede,"
And the started sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
As a kind of introduction to "The Cowboys' Ball."

Their leader was a feller that from Swenson's ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," from "little Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big and high-heeled boots;
He had the that come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous
His feet were an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake pen!
"Lock horns all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
"Saloot yer critters; now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape vine 'round hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up- Just her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Ball

Don't me 'bout cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just takes the with me.
I'm of lazy shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
Give me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.

McAllister ain't nowhere, when leads the show,
I've seen 'em both in harness, and so I know
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and oftentimes recall,
lively gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
lively gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."